It’s fascinating that McCarthy went to such great lengths to rage against “The Brat Pack”. It almost became sort of a hypnotic madness. He made his life an altar to what he didn’t want. Such a strange choice of collapse. Sadly, I think this is more common than we’d want to believe. It’s so much easier to spiral into the belief that we can’t have/be something because of X, instead of just doing the work to rise above it.
I love your juxtaposition, and the vulnerability you write about your life with. I can’t imagine any of the journey was easy, but I’m so glad you found yourself on the self-empowered, love-filled side of that truly ridiculous label.
Thank you ♥️ but as you well know, the journey—the work—never ends. Truly ridiculous indeed, and yet it stuck. A more accurate label would have been lust child. Even so, the “love child” did find love at last! (I can only laugh at the ageist dig beneath that somewhat snarky headline).
Well it’s a 1/400 trillion chance of being born, so regardless of whatever scandalous projections happen around us, first and foremost you’re a miracle.
Who Cares What They Call You is a well written thought provoking piece with accompanying photographs to enhance the subject matter. The juxtaposition of Andrew McCarthy’s inability to move beyond the Brat Pack label phenomena of the 1980s and the author’s Lovechild label both past and present is striking. She turns the spotlight on us to examine and define our core values and who we are. Giving our power away to self promoting outside forces becomes impossible, and she moves beyond it all for love.
Fabulous ending! I'd say McCarthy has proved that "brat" was an entirely accurate label. As for his acting, I recognized him in Amy Tan's "The Joy Luck Club," but he played true to type there, too.
It’s fascinating that McCarthy went to such great lengths to rage against “The Brat Pack”. It almost became sort of a hypnotic madness. He made his life an altar to what he didn’t want. Such a strange choice of collapse. Sadly, I think this is more common than we’d want to believe. It’s so much easier to spiral into the belief that we can’t have/be something because of X, instead of just doing the work to rise above it.
I love your juxtaposition, and the vulnerability you write about your life with. I can’t imagine any of the journey was easy, but I’m so glad you found yourself on the self-empowered, love-filled side of that truly ridiculous label.
Thank you ♥️ but as you well know, the journey—the work—never ends. Truly ridiculous indeed, and yet it stuck. A more accurate label would have been lust child. Even so, the “love child” did find love at last! (I can only laugh at the ageist dig beneath that somewhat snarky headline).
Well it’s a 1/400 trillion chance of being born, so regardless of whatever scandalous projections happen around us, first and foremost you’re a miracle.
Who Cares What They Call You is a well written thought provoking piece with accompanying photographs to enhance the subject matter. The juxtaposition of Andrew McCarthy’s inability to move beyond the Brat Pack label phenomena of the 1980s and the author’s Lovechild label both past and present is striking. She turns the spotlight on us to examine and define our core values and who we are. Giving our power away to self promoting outside forces becomes impossible, and she moves beyond it all for love.
Fabulous ending! I'd say McCarthy has proved that "brat" was an entirely accurate label. As for his acting, I recognized him in Amy Tan's "The Joy Luck Club," but he played true to type there, too.